Will and I have got the same cold, but I think his is actually a bit worse than mine. Chesty coughs and runny noses all round. Poor Will slept for over an hour and a half this morning and is back in bed now. He threw up all of his breakfast, which was pretty alarming in itself, but fortunately I managed to get him to hold onto elevenses and topped him up with 3 ozs of formula for good measure which has also stayed down.
With both of us under the weather, playtime was less than energetic, and I actually gave up altogether after half an hour and the two of us sat riveted to Phil and Fern instead (all about silent childbirth…..these women must be insane).
Very upset to be missing the NCT Ladiees later this afternoon, but for the time being think it’s best we stay out of the way. I’ve also got an appointment with the nurse later on, but am now having a crisis of confidence and worrying that I’m being overly paranoid. He doesn’t have a temperature and now that he’s kept some food down I’m feeling a little less neurotic. Might cancel and just see how things go over the weekend.
In the meantime his ezcema on his face is dreadful – at first I worried that it was a reaction to the formula, but the rest of him is OK, so I think he’s just going through a flare up. I spend my life trying to distract him from scratching – he just scratches and scratches until he bleeds. It’s heartbreaking.
It doesn’t help that Eddie is on a stag weekend in Krakow….last heard from yesterday afternoon; gibbering and heading for the nearest kebab shop….
William's First Year 